names so deep and names so true
Do we, Cian's smile wonders, as he pours the water over the tea.
Comfortably seated, one leg over the other and with his back pressed casually against the chair, the Eye seems to have no problem directly his gaze toward free. Studying his profile for as long as it takes for the Spyglass to turn toward him, Cian listens politely as Finn works his way through his own thoughts on the matter.
"Interesting. Do you think it's because they're married that their magic intersects in such a way? Or do you think it has more to do with Safrin and Ludo?" Those two had ever been the pair; dark and light, shadows and stars, manipulation and games. They were a coin flung into the air, those two. Not two sides of it, or even the same. Just endlessly spinning and rotating.
Comfortably seated, one leg over the other and with his back pressed casually against the chair, the Eye seems to have no problem directly his gaze toward free. Studying his profile for as long as it takes for the Spyglass to turn toward him, Cian listens politely as Finn works his way through his own thoughts on the matter.
"Interesting. Do you think it's because they're married that their magic intersects in such a way? Or do you think it has more to do with Safrin and Ludo?" Those two had ever been the pair; dark and light, shadows and stars, manipulation and games. They were a coin flung into the air, those two. Not two sides of it, or even the same. Just endlessly spinning and rotating.
THE EYE
they're blood to me they're dust to you
